The world is colorful
Our perception is often not
Instead of the rainbow
We live in black and white thought
We catogorize, we generalize--we label each other's lives
With our preset misconceptions
Losing individuals in the abyss of false expectations
The ocean is blue
But what if I told you blue was not blue
From the Atlantic depths to the Pacific surface
The infinite hues cannot all be blue.
What if i told you that black was not darkness and sin
That I am not the monster you imagine
Assertions we conciously know to be true, yet
Subcounciously cannot comprehend.
I am not gang affiliated, drug induced, or fatherless
I am not angry, violent, and pennyless
"Oh I know him, He the black dude who talks like a white guy,
He's super smart like he's "yellow" or something"
White cannot speak, Yellow cannot think
Yet I am fluent, eloquent, and observant,
Perceptive, productive, and intuitive
I see the world in limitless iridescence
Yet at times, this openness does not apply to my sense
We see the world in an infinite amount of color
The challenge is to think of the world in such terms.